Sunday, February 7, 2010

A throat that is tight, a voice with an edge of shrill not usually there. The same as a year ago, watching the sky, feeling its hot, sticky weight, wary of something to come. Days glued to a radio, volume low so kids hear no detail. Nights glued to a radio, half sleep and warnings in my ear. Unable to watch television, sickened by the sensational, the insensitive, the cut to the sports report. Hear tales of luck, hope, devastation, despair – the horror of the roar of the fireball. Listen to the quiet now, wonder how it must be to survive that Saturday, to mark this day.

I couldn't quite fathom it at the time and I still find it difficult to imagine. Am taping the ABC special tonight but have been warned it is "harrowing"... My ffeling is that the ABC will be less likely to sensationalise?

I just read an article about how many who thought they were coping will just now be seen to not be coping. For many the emotional damage will just be coming to the fore . It is terrible to imagine whole communities suffering from PTSS and depression from the one cause. Cherrie

It still shocks me as much as it did a year ago. It makes me feel so deeply for those affected. the impact on them forever, those parents who were scared for their children, I cannot imagine that terror.

About Me

Mother of three, wife to one, designer and craftster of the slightly obsessive kind. Myrtle and Eunice were two lovely old ladies who connected weekly over the Scrabble tiles. These Saturday battles of will and skill were a ritual as comfy as a hot Milo and handknitted blanket on a frosty day.